Genre: Horror, Short

Yes. It makes me feel

more like a man.

And I'm the woman who'll

be waiting for you

and calming down your

jealousy attacks on the phone?

You're not. And I'm

not that man either.


Are there no women in our

generation who have a

little respect or love for a man

who does his military service?

What do I have to do here?

Who's going to wait

all those months?

Who's going to deal with the stress?

You can break up

with me when I leave.

You can hang out at home

on the Net for a few weeks,

then you'll find someone as you

hang out with your

friends at Asmalmescit

and sleep with him that night.

You'll date him to not feel cheap,

until you get bored, of course.

You'll throw little tantrums

and become really vulgar,

and you'll dump him

to feel more important.

That would be the plan

for two years.

What's five months in comparison?

F*ck off and go carry a gun, then.

That's Wolf's Tooth.

Two clicks to the east.

The maroon berets have to

come through here

as they climb to save us.

If we somehow manage

to make it there,

we can save our asses, gentlemen.

Sir, two hundred meters.

They're sure we're here,

otherwise twenty people wouldn't

have spent one hour on us.

- Kemal!

- Yes sir.

You'll take these two

to Wolf's Tooth.

Which one's the better shot?


What?! Sir, I shoot better than

this loser with my eyes closed.

I can't deal with you

right now, boy.


Give your gun to Ouz.

Give the radio to Bekir.

- Sir...

- Bekir!

Take this.

Don't leave it, no matter what.

You'll run in zigzags. They are

sure to have snipers on the hill.

Kemal will cover you.

Run to Baltepe then throw

yourselves off the side of the hill.

The snow is soft, you'll glide

for at least a hundred meters.

Ouz, when I give the order,

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